A.N. Here's chapter 4, the longest one yet. Thank-you, FireFairy, for your
review; its a big help. Well, read, enjoy, and review.
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Link saw nothing, but darkness. Yet he heard voices, they echoed throughout his head. He could barely make out the words, they seemed far away and hard to make out.
"It is time," a voice stated. "He must be brought back" "But why? He died, they all will eventually," another voice asked. "Because," said a third voice, "It fulfills the prophecy in the legend." "And what is that Nayru" the second voice asked. "Well, Din, the prophecy goes something like this: He will bring himself down, and walk out alive. He will be born a second time, and live a second life. He will discover who he is, and discover who he was. He will meet himself. He will bring himself down again, ending the two and creating one. That's why he must live again. He must bring down the evil counterpart that is his other half." "O.K. you made your point, Nayru. So what do we do, put him in the middle of a forest, where is he going to live. Hey Farore what do you think." "Well," Farore started, surprised by Din's sudden question at her, "I think we should give him another life. If we don't allow him to live again, it will be concluded that he was not the real Hero of Time, since the prophecy came from the legend of the Hero of Time. Then Ganondorf will return and take over Hyrule yet again. " "It doesn't matter where he will be born in," Nayru stated. "His parents do not matter either, Din; so you won't have to worry about that." "O.K.," Din conceded, "Here goes."
Until this point, Link had felt nothing. Suddenly, though, he felt as if he was being put together. He saw a large circle, swirling with different colors, open in front of him. He looked down. His body was starting to appear as if it had been hidden by a veil and was now being dropped. The circle sucked Link into it. He felt all his memory slowly being taken away from him: The battle with his shadow, the dream, Majora, the moon, Clock Town, Ganon, the sages, Dark Link, Zelda, Malon, Talon, Epona, Saria, the forest, his life. He knew nothing, pain, emotion; everything had been sucked out of him. He lost his grip on consciousness. His last thought before his memory completed failed him and he knew no more was, so this is death.
Three days after Link's shadow had defeated him, a strange person walked into Hyrule castle. He had the appearance of a boy the princess knew, but inside the person was entirely different than the person the princess knew. On his face was a mask, which no one knew he wore. Behind that mask was a face with white eyes. In the white eyes were rage and a want for power. The person acted exactly like Link, and yet he didn't. The princess noticed it but didn't make a big deal out of it. She knew Link never would stay the same forever. He had been spotted a few times taking to himself, but it was not thought of very much. To the princess, he seemed as if he had another person inside of him, but she didn't go further into these assumptions.
This person continued on as if nothing had happened inside the temple. When Malon had asked him where he had been, he simply said he went for a ride. No one suspected the person they knew as Link of anything, as anyone would have. But the shadow knew what had happened. And he used other people's ignorance to his advantage.
On that same exact day, a child was born in Kakariko village. The child's name was Arkan. Arkan seemed normal by appearance. But Arkan, inside, had a potential waiting to be unlocked. Zinc, the boy's father, and Lumina, the boy's mother, knew that boy was special; as do many, if not, all parents, but not in the way intended. Arkan learned quickly, but was always getting into some kind of mischief. He seemed restless, as if he needed something to do. But, he had a friend to be with to help him get in and out of trouble, Locke.
Arkan always was able to dodge things easily and had very quick reflexes. He would often go somewhere and not be seen for some time. Then, he would walk right into the village like he had never been gone at all. He moved very nimbly, and was great in athletics. Because of his abilities, he was said to be a Sheikah; but there was no proof of it. Also, a faint imprint on his hand could be seen, a triangle. His parents and everyone else in the village regarded it as nothing more than a birthmark.
---Ten Years Later---
A steady rain poured out of the sky. Water ran down his face and into his eyes. Arkan reached his arm up and wiped his face. Locke stood beside him looking around in the haze created by the rain.
They stood behind a gravestone, in the graveyard just east of Kakariko. Locke peered over the gravestone. "Doesn't look like ol' Dampe's anywhere near, are you ready?" "Yeah," Arkan answered, "I guess so, but what do you think we'll find?" "I dunno', but it'll probably be cool no matter what we find." "Locke," Arkan began, "you're coming with me, right?" "Don't worry," Locke answered, "I'll stick with you, just push it already" Arkan nodded in agreement and put his hands against the gravestone and pushed. Slowly the gravestone slid out of its place and revealed a hole underneath. Arkan had a little trouble pushing the gravestone and not falling into the hole, but he was able to move the gravestone and fully uncover the hole.
Bending down, Arkan saw a ladder leading down into a pit of darkness. Looking at Locke, he mounted the ladder and descended down into the hole. Continuing climbing down the ladder, Arkan noticed that there was a faint light at the bottom of the hole, which he descended. "Hey Locke," Arkan shouted, "there's a light at the end of the hole, we're close to the bottom."
Within a few minutes, Arkan had reached the bottom and was waiting for Locke. Once Locke reached Arkan, they silently walked down the hallway that was there.
The hallway was lined with torches that were said to be enchanted and because of the enchantment, they were always kept lit. Arkan sniffed the air, it was stuffy and had the smell of dead animals. Small bones and rat bodies were strewn throughout the hallway, which gave both Arkan and Locke and uneasy feeling about the place.
They reached a stone door, with writing on it. Locke tried to read it but said, "It's some ancient language. Maybe your dad could decipher it, Ark." Arkan put his hands on the door and gave a great shove, but the door hardly moved an inch. "A little help would be nice, Locke." Locke joined Arkan and they both pushed on the door. Slowly it opened, the hinges had stiffened from their lack of use. Locke and Arkan entered the room and looked about themselves.
The room was barren except for a rectangular stone box that stood in the middle of the room, with a few shallow steps leading to it. Arkan and Locke approached the tomb slowly, afraid they might see a ghost or something of the sort. They looked at the top of the tomb. It had more of the ancient writing on it, so the boys did not bother to try and read it. They placed their hands on the top of the tomb and pushed. The stone top slid off and fell onto the floor with a loud bang. The two looked over and into the tomb.
A skeleton lay inside with a shield and sword laid upon his arms, which were crossed over his chest. The sword was rather short for a person of the size of the skeleton; it was about the right size for Arkan, in fact. Reaching in, Arkan took the sword removed the scabbard. He waved the blade around, the light gleaming off of its silver edges. "Wow," Locke said staring at the blade, "cool." "Yeah," Arkan said, "there's some more of that weird writing on the blade. Maybe I'll take your advice and have my dad try and read it." The two stood a moment and thought, then Locke broke the silence and said, "Well, let's go. There's nothing else for us to find." Turning to leave, Arkan replace the sword inside its sheathe and put it on his back. Walking away and into the hallway, Arkan heard a clatter. He spun around and looked to where he thought it had come from, the tomb. Locke continued to walk, but seeing that Arkan had stopped, he asked, "What's the matter, Ark." "I'm not sure," Arkan answered skeptically, "I thought I heard something." "Oh, c'mon," Locke teased, "Don't tell me you're afraid of ghosts." "I'm not," Arkan protested, "but I still think I heard something." "Oh well, let's keep going before Dampe` finds out we're here," Locke said. Arkan turned and continued to walk when he heard another, louder, clatter. This time both Arkan and Locke turned around to see where the noise had originated.
Locke and Arkan stood horrified by what they saw. Out of the tomb, a skeleton was emerging. It's bony arms heaving its body out of the tomb, it stood on the floor and walked toward Arkan; sword drawn. Fear gripped Arkan's entire body, but something allowed his arm to reach back and grab his newfound sword. The skeleton stopped about two-yards away from Arkan and looked directly into his eyes. Arkan felt his life being drained as he looked into the empty eye sockets. The deep blue of his eyes was drained, leaving a very faint grey. The skeleton opened its mouth and spoke in a chilling hollow voice. "Return the relic. You know not what you hold." Arkan stood firm, unwilling to heed the dead creature's demands.
Suddenly, the skeleton swung its sword at Arkan. Arkan clumsily blocked the blow that could have easily cut his body in two. Arkan did not know what drove him to defend himself against the animated corpse, but he didn't care right then. All he cared about was that he was alive. The skeleton attacked without mercy, forcing Link to take a step back at every strike. The skeleton raised its sword and prepared to bring it down upon Arkan. In that instant, something inside Arkan commanded his arm to swing. The sword sliced through the skeleton's body. It fell to the ground, the bones scattering themselves in all directions. The head rolled around and finally stopped, looking at Arkan. The mouth opened again and spoke its final words. "I could not stop you, I fear you may not be able to command the power of that blade. The curse is upon you, it is your burden. May you do well with the burden you have placed upon yourself. Goodbye, young and fierce warrior." Arkan stood and looked upon the know lifeless corpse (which had been dead in the first place) and said to it, "I am sorry." "What are you doing?" Locke asked. Arkan had completely forgotten about Locke and what had happened to him. "Where were you this entire time?" Arkan asked, a slight bit angry. "Sorry, Ark. I was too scared. If it could of moved I would have." Arkan calmed himself and said coolly, "It's O.K. lets go home, this is enough adventure for one day" "Agreed," Locke said. The two boys turned and headed towards the ladder that led to the exit silently. There was far too much to think about to be able to talk.
They both slowly climbed the ladder leading to the surface, waiter pouring onto them from the sky. What did he mean by, "The curse is upon you, it is your burden". Arkan continued to mull it over until he reached the end of the ladder. Heaving himself out of the hole, he waited for Locke to emerge. Once he was out, they started to walk back to the village. However, as they walked, they heard an angry voice in the distance.
"What are you kids doin' around here. If you been messin' with the graves I'll have your hides in no time." Arkan and Locke looked back. In the distance, a man emerged from the mist of the rain, waving a shovel and yelling. "Shoot, Dampe` found us," Arkan muttered. "Forgot it," Locke commanded, "RUN!". The two boys broke into a sprint heading towards the village. Dampe's voice was fading away, but Arkan and Locke dared not slow their pace. They reached the village and headed for their homes, waving good-bye for each other for the day. Arkan raced up the stairs, which led to his house. He opened the door, rushed in, and slammed the door shut panting as he recuperated from his extended sprint.
"So, you're home. Come here, Arkan," a voice came from upstairs. Arkan climbed the stairs and entered the room where the voice had come from. The room's walls were nothing but bookshelves. In the middle of the room was a table with paper, books, and pencils strewn all over it. Sitting at the table was a man, studying a book and scribbling notes on a piece of paper. The man had brown hair, and green eyes. He was fairly well built, but he wouldn't be starting any fights. On the floor were about twenty crumpled up paper balls, most likely failed attempts at deciphering something.
"Yeah dad, what is it?" "Where've you been?" "Well," Arkan hesitated, "the graveyard." "What were you doing there?" "We.. I was messing around with the graves." "Well, was it you or you and someone else."? "It. it was me and Locke." "Hmm, What did you find?"
Arkan reached back and grabbed the sword in its scabbard. He had completely forgot about it, and when he had grabbed it in the tomb, he hadn't taken time to examine what it looked like to seriously.
The scabbard was a blood red; nothing else could be seen on it. Arkan drew the sword from it and examined it as well. The sword's blade had an inscription on it, which Arkan had noticed when he found it. At the end of the hilt, a ruby was embedded. Arkan held it out to his father, who examined it with an historian's eye.
Arkan's dad, Zinc, was a fairly well known historian; and a friend of the king of Hyrule. He often visited the castle to use its vast library, and visit with his friends at the castle. Often times, he would help the princess when she had a dream that she couldn't understand.
"Dad," Arkan started, "the inscription on the blade, could you decipher it for me." "I don't see why not; but don't go digging around it Dampe's graves anymore, you no how much he hates that." "O.K.," Arkan said, looking at the floor. "Don't look down at the ground. I'm not going to punish you this time, just don't do it again. Now, go and get ready for your mother. Meanwhile, I'll work on this message."
Arkan left his father's room in a much happier mood; he just hoped that he wouldn't tell his mother. Arkan walked to the end of the hallway upstairs and went into his room. He sat on his bed and looked out the window. Something tugged at his mind, but he couldn't place his finger on what. The rain continued to beat upon the earth in a torrent. Arkan heard a door open and close slowly, and footsteps coming upstairs. "Hello there," came a voice from behind him. He looked behind him to the doorway to his room where the voice had come from.
In the doorway was a woman. She was tall and slender, her face held warmth and love. Her eyes were a deep blue, in them there was calmness. Long, blonde, hair flowed down to about her waist.
"Hey mom," Arkan said. "Where've you been, you're soaked? Were you and Locke getting into mischief outside." Arkan looked down at his soaked clothes; he had been so caught up in the inscription on the sword, that he had forgotten about his clothing. Arkan didn't answer her question, nor did she expect on answer; she already knew the response, she knew her son all too well. "Well," his mother began, "get into some dry clothes and go to bed, it's late, and you'll be sorry in the morning."
Arkan's mother walked out of the room. Arkan pulled his shirt off and threw it in the floor. He slipped his pants off as well and threw them in a heap with the shirt. "And don't' dump your clothes in the floor!" Darn! Arkan picked the wet clothes up and put them in the small chute that led to the basement. He went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a T- shirt. Arkan got to his bed and settled into the covers. Sleep came to him easily, a little too easily.
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A.N.- Hope you all liked it. It might take a week for me to upload my next chapter, school and homework (darn) : ).
Link saw nothing, but darkness. Yet he heard voices, they echoed throughout his head. He could barely make out the words, they seemed far away and hard to make out.
"It is time," a voice stated. "He must be brought back" "But why? He died, they all will eventually," another voice asked. "Because," said a third voice, "It fulfills the prophecy in the legend." "And what is that Nayru" the second voice asked. "Well, Din, the prophecy goes something like this: He will bring himself down, and walk out alive. He will be born a second time, and live a second life. He will discover who he is, and discover who he was. He will meet himself. He will bring himself down again, ending the two and creating one. That's why he must live again. He must bring down the evil counterpart that is his other half." "O.K. you made your point, Nayru. So what do we do, put him in the middle of a forest, where is he going to live. Hey Farore what do you think." "Well," Farore started, surprised by Din's sudden question at her, "I think we should give him another life. If we don't allow him to live again, it will be concluded that he was not the real Hero of Time, since the prophecy came from the legend of the Hero of Time. Then Ganondorf will return and take over Hyrule yet again. " "It doesn't matter where he will be born in," Nayru stated. "His parents do not matter either, Din; so you won't have to worry about that." "O.K.," Din conceded, "Here goes."
Until this point, Link had felt nothing. Suddenly, though, he felt as if he was being put together. He saw a large circle, swirling with different colors, open in front of him. He looked down. His body was starting to appear as if it had been hidden by a veil and was now being dropped. The circle sucked Link into it. He felt all his memory slowly being taken away from him: The battle with his shadow, the dream, Majora, the moon, Clock Town, Ganon, the sages, Dark Link, Zelda, Malon, Talon, Epona, Saria, the forest, his life. He knew nothing, pain, emotion; everything had been sucked out of him. He lost his grip on consciousness. His last thought before his memory completed failed him and he knew no more was, so this is death.
Three days after Link's shadow had defeated him, a strange person walked into Hyrule castle. He had the appearance of a boy the princess knew, but inside the person was entirely different than the person the princess knew. On his face was a mask, which no one knew he wore. Behind that mask was a face with white eyes. In the white eyes were rage and a want for power. The person acted exactly like Link, and yet he didn't. The princess noticed it but didn't make a big deal out of it. She knew Link never would stay the same forever. He had been spotted a few times taking to himself, but it was not thought of very much. To the princess, he seemed as if he had another person inside of him, but she didn't go further into these assumptions.
This person continued on as if nothing had happened inside the temple. When Malon had asked him where he had been, he simply said he went for a ride. No one suspected the person they knew as Link of anything, as anyone would have. But the shadow knew what had happened. And he used other people's ignorance to his advantage.
On that same exact day, a child was born in Kakariko village. The child's name was Arkan. Arkan seemed normal by appearance. But Arkan, inside, had a potential waiting to be unlocked. Zinc, the boy's father, and Lumina, the boy's mother, knew that boy was special; as do many, if not, all parents, but not in the way intended. Arkan learned quickly, but was always getting into some kind of mischief. He seemed restless, as if he needed something to do. But, he had a friend to be with to help him get in and out of trouble, Locke.
Arkan always was able to dodge things easily and had very quick reflexes. He would often go somewhere and not be seen for some time. Then, he would walk right into the village like he had never been gone at all. He moved very nimbly, and was great in athletics. Because of his abilities, he was said to be a Sheikah; but there was no proof of it. Also, a faint imprint on his hand could be seen, a triangle. His parents and everyone else in the village regarded it as nothing more than a birthmark.
---Ten Years Later---
A steady rain poured out of the sky. Water ran down his face and into his eyes. Arkan reached his arm up and wiped his face. Locke stood beside him looking around in the haze created by the rain.
They stood behind a gravestone, in the graveyard just east of Kakariko. Locke peered over the gravestone. "Doesn't look like ol' Dampe's anywhere near, are you ready?" "Yeah," Arkan answered, "I guess so, but what do you think we'll find?" "I dunno', but it'll probably be cool no matter what we find." "Locke," Arkan began, "you're coming with me, right?" "Don't worry," Locke answered, "I'll stick with you, just push it already" Arkan nodded in agreement and put his hands against the gravestone and pushed. Slowly the gravestone slid out of its place and revealed a hole underneath. Arkan had a little trouble pushing the gravestone and not falling into the hole, but he was able to move the gravestone and fully uncover the hole.
Bending down, Arkan saw a ladder leading down into a pit of darkness. Looking at Locke, he mounted the ladder and descended down into the hole. Continuing climbing down the ladder, Arkan noticed that there was a faint light at the bottom of the hole, which he descended. "Hey Locke," Arkan shouted, "there's a light at the end of the hole, we're close to the bottom."
Within a few minutes, Arkan had reached the bottom and was waiting for Locke. Once Locke reached Arkan, they silently walked down the hallway that was there.
The hallway was lined with torches that were said to be enchanted and because of the enchantment, they were always kept lit. Arkan sniffed the air, it was stuffy and had the smell of dead animals. Small bones and rat bodies were strewn throughout the hallway, which gave both Arkan and Locke and uneasy feeling about the place.
They reached a stone door, with writing on it. Locke tried to read it but said, "It's some ancient language. Maybe your dad could decipher it, Ark." Arkan put his hands on the door and gave a great shove, but the door hardly moved an inch. "A little help would be nice, Locke." Locke joined Arkan and they both pushed on the door. Slowly it opened, the hinges had stiffened from their lack of use. Locke and Arkan entered the room and looked about themselves.
The room was barren except for a rectangular stone box that stood in the middle of the room, with a few shallow steps leading to it. Arkan and Locke approached the tomb slowly, afraid they might see a ghost or something of the sort. They looked at the top of the tomb. It had more of the ancient writing on it, so the boys did not bother to try and read it. They placed their hands on the top of the tomb and pushed. The stone top slid off and fell onto the floor with a loud bang. The two looked over and into the tomb.
A skeleton lay inside with a shield and sword laid upon his arms, which were crossed over his chest. The sword was rather short for a person of the size of the skeleton; it was about the right size for Arkan, in fact. Reaching in, Arkan took the sword removed the scabbard. He waved the blade around, the light gleaming off of its silver edges. "Wow," Locke said staring at the blade, "cool." "Yeah," Arkan said, "there's some more of that weird writing on the blade. Maybe I'll take your advice and have my dad try and read it." The two stood a moment and thought, then Locke broke the silence and said, "Well, let's go. There's nothing else for us to find." Turning to leave, Arkan replace the sword inside its sheathe and put it on his back. Walking away and into the hallway, Arkan heard a clatter. He spun around and looked to where he thought it had come from, the tomb. Locke continued to walk, but seeing that Arkan had stopped, he asked, "What's the matter, Ark." "I'm not sure," Arkan answered skeptically, "I thought I heard something." "Oh, c'mon," Locke teased, "Don't tell me you're afraid of ghosts." "I'm not," Arkan protested, "but I still think I heard something." "Oh well, let's keep going before Dampe` finds out we're here," Locke said. Arkan turned and continued to walk when he heard another, louder, clatter. This time both Arkan and Locke turned around to see where the noise had originated.
Locke and Arkan stood horrified by what they saw. Out of the tomb, a skeleton was emerging. It's bony arms heaving its body out of the tomb, it stood on the floor and walked toward Arkan; sword drawn. Fear gripped Arkan's entire body, but something allowed his arm to reach back and grab his newfound sword. The skeleton stopped about two-yards away from Arkan and looked directly into his eyes. Arkan felt his life being drained as he looked into the empty eye sockets. The deep blue of his eyes was drained, leaving a very faint grey. The skeleton opened its mouth and spoke in a chilling hollow voice. "Return the relic. You know not what you hold." Arkan stood firm, unwilling to heed the dead creature's demands.
Suddenly, the skeleton swung its sword at Arkan. Arkan clumsily blocked the blow that could have easily cut his body in two. Arkan did not know what drove him to defend himself against the animated corpse, but he didn't care right then. All he cared about was that he was alive. The skeleton attacked without mercy, forcing Link to take a step back at every strike. The skeleton raised its sword and prepared to bring it down upon Arkan. In that instant, something inside Arkan commanded his arm to swing. The sword sliced through the skeleton's body. It fell to the ground, the bones scattering themselves in all directions. The head rolled around and finally stopped, looking at Arkan. The mouth opened again and spoke its final words. "I could not stop you, I fear you may not be able to command the power of that blade. The curse is upon you, it is your burden. May you do well with the burden you have placed upon yourself. Goodbye, young and fierce warrior." Arkan stood and looked upon the know lifeless corpse (which had been dead in the first place) and said to it, "I am sorry." "What are you doing?" Locke asked. Arkan had completely forgotten about Locke and what had happened to him. "Where were you this entire time?" Arkan asked, a slight bit angry. "Sorry, Ark. I was too scared. If it could of moved I would have." Arkan calmed himself and said coolly, "It's O.K. lets go home, this is enough adventure for one day" "Agreed," Locke said. The two boys turned and headed towards the ladder that led to the exit silently. There was far too much to think about to be able to talk.
They both slowly climbed the ladder leading to the surface, waiter pouring onto them from the sky. What did he mean by, "The curse is upon you, it is your burden". Arkan continued to mull it over until he reached the end of the ladder. Heaving himself out of the hole, he waited for Locke to emerge. Once he was out, they started to walk back to the village. However, as they walked, they heard an angry voice in the distance.
"What are you kids doin' around here. If you been messin' with the graves I'll have your hides in no time." Arkan and Locke looked back. In the distance, a man emerged from the mist of the rain, waving a shovel and yelling. "Shoot, Dampe` found us," Arkan muttered. "Forgot it," Locke commanded, "RUN!". The two boys broke into a sprint heading towards the village. Dampe's voice was fading away, but Arkan and Locke dared not slow their pace. They reached the village and headed for their homes, waving good-bye for each other for the day. Arkan raced up the stairs, which led to his house. He opened the door, rushed in, and slammed the door shut panting as he recuperated from his extended sprint.
"So, you're home. Come here, Arkan," a voice came from upstairs. Arkan climbed the stairs and entered the room where the voice had come from. The room's walls were nothing but bookshelves. In the middle of the room was a table with paper, books, and pencils strewn all over it. Sitting at the table was a man, studying a book and scribbling notes on a piece of paper. The man had brown hair, and green eyes. He was fairly well built, but he wouldn't be starting any fights. On the floor were about twenty crumpled up paper balls, most likely failed attempts at deciphering something.
"Yeah dad, what is it?" "Where've you been?" "Well," Arkan hesitated, "the graveyard." "What were you doing there?" "We.. I was messing around with the graves." "Well, was it you or you and someone else."? "It. it was me and Locke." "Hmm, What did you find?"
Arkan reached back and grabbed the sword in its scabbard. He had completely forgot about it, and when he had grabbed it in the tomb, he hadn't taken time to examine what it looked like to seriously.
The scabbard was a blood red; nothing else could be seen on it. Arkan drew the sword from it and examined it as well. The sword's blade had an inscription on it, which Arkan had noticed when he found it. At the end of the hilt, a ruby was embedded. Arkan held it out to his father, who examined it with an historian's eye.
Arkan's dad, Zinc, was a fairly well known historian; and a friend of the king of Hyrule. He often visited the castle to use its vast library, and visit with his friends at the castle. Often times, he would help the princess when she had a dream that she couldn't understand.
"Dad," Arkan started, "the inscription on the blade, could you decipher it for me." "I don't see why not; but don't go digging around it Dampe's graves anymore, you no how much he hates that." "O.K.," Arkan said, looking at the floor. "Don't look down at the ground. I'm not going to punish you this time, just don't do it again. Now, go and get ready for your mother. Meanwhile, I'll work on this message."
Arkan left his father's room in a much happier mood; he just hoped that he wouldn't tell his mother. Arkan walked to the end of the hallway upstairs and went into his room. He sat on his bed and looked out the window. Something tugged at his mind, but he couldn't place his finger on what. The rain continued to beat upon the earth in a torrent. Arkan heard a door open and close slowly, and footsteps coming upstairs. "Hello there," came a voice from behind him. He looked behind him to the doorway to his room where the voice had come from.
In the doorway was a woman. She was tall and slender, her face held warmth and love. Her eyes were a deep blue, in them there was calmness. Long, blonde, hair flowed down to about her waist.
"Hey mom," Arkan said. "Where've you been, you're soaked? Were you and Locke getting into mischief outside." Arkan looked down at his soaked clothes; he had been so caught up in the inscription on the sword, that he had forgotten about his clothing. Arkan didn't answer her question, nor did she expect on answer; she already knew the response, she knew her son all too well. "Well," his mother began, "get into some dry clothes and go to bed, it's late, and you'll be sorry in the morning."
Arkan's mother walked out of the room. Arkan pulled his shirt off and threw it in the floor. He slipped his pants off as well and threw them in a heap with the shirt. "And don't' dump your clothes in the floor!" Darn! Arkan picked the wet clothes up and put them in the small chute that led to the basement. He went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a T- shirt. Arkan got to his bed and settled into the covers. Sleep came to him easily, a little too easily.
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A.N.- Hope you all liked it. It might take a week for me to upload my next chapter, school and homework (darn) : ).
